It was two days before our Thanksgiving that the Wolfs Bane finallyarrived. Donnie was upset with me for not calling him, but he finallyforgave me onc... I stood on the front steps.They stood heads down on the front steps as I read off the list ofreasons for Expulsion, then handed them over into the custody of theTransport commander, Col Shore.The Transport had no sooner left than we received word of an inboundconvoy from Earta Prime."Traffic control, do you have any identification on those. The balcony lights and that from tall buildings all around add pure magic to the moment. The night-time traffic drone rises from the streets below, rumours from a world Helen once thought she knew. Now her mind is lifted away to float high above the world of her day to day concerns. She becomes dreamy, the sounds of the party seeming distant, hushed.Then the sweet, musical voice of the girl saying, "You are, Helen. Yes?"Hearing her name on the lips of this strangely beautiful person, Helen. Returning, I knelt to replace the newsprint, readying myself in case Kane tried something again.Instead of knocking me over, Kane surprised me. He stepped close and nudged the back of my right shoulder with his snout. The tip of his red erection worked its way out of its sheath. I interpreted his action to mean, "Go on, Bitch. Assume the position."I trembled then, worried that I was losing control, instead of gaining it. His blue eyes dared me. My mind rationalized that I should mind the dog. The only difference was that in this case, Harold was the horse. Back home, the guy had used a trumped up, worthless old nag with a false, but documentable track record. An altered ID tattoo here, a few charred remains in a barn fire there, and the insurance company was paying out a couple of hundred thousand bucks for what amounted to a pile of overcooked dog food. Too bad the guy couldn't tell a gelding from a stallion.Harold's life insurance policy was too big. That's what made her.